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CHAPTER FOUR

Harrison grinned when she tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her neck.

“I want you, Harrison.”

Harrison reveled in her words, closing his eyes to keep from turning frenzied. He slid his hand between their bodies and cupped her mons through her night rail. “And you want me here?”

“Yes,” she said, louder that time and moving against his hand.

His angel certainly had a devilish side, and from the moment she spoke the words, he knew he was lost.

Moving both hands to clasp the sides of her dressing robe, he pushed it over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. “You are much too overdressed.”

Running his hand along her hip over the fabric of her night rail, he caught her gaze, looking for an indication that she wanted him to remove the garment. Then she shocked him by grabbing it with both hands for herself and pulling it over her head before tossing it away.

He swallowed hard at the sight of her naked before him.

She was exquisite. Her perfect alabaster skin glowed from the light of the fire, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the rounded, perfect breasts that bobbed before him.

Continuing to drink her in, his gaze shifted lower and found a trim waist that led to ample hips that he ached to grip while he felt her wrapped around his cock.

She had the body of a temptress, and he’d explore every inch of her if she gave him leave to do so.

“Now it is you who is overdressed,” she said, smirking at him. Her confidence appeared to increase with each second she stood before him, and it only made her more beautiful and captivating.

“Don’t you worry about that,” he replied. “All in good time.”

He picked her up by her hips, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him and crashed her lips down on his.

She took control of the kiss as she tightened her arms around his neck.

Walking her to the bed, he warred for control of the kiss, eliciting a stream of moans from her when he suckled her tongue.

Harrison broke the kiss to set her down, her bottom resting on the edge of the bed. He ran his fingers along the seam between her legs and grinned when she gasped as he reached her pearl and began lazily circling it.

“Have you ever touched yourself here?” he asked, slightly increasing the pressure and speed he used to pleasure her.

“No,” she said after a low moan. “I didn’t…I mean, I did not know.” Her words were labored between pants.

He grabbed her hand and moved her fingers for her so that she touched herself with his help. “You can do this to yourself whenever you like.”

Guiding her hand lower, parting her slit, he covered her middle finger with his and inserted their fingers inside her core together. “Fuck, you are so wet.”

“Is that good?” she asked before releasing a loud moan when he pushed their fingers deeper inside of her.

“Oh, it’s very good. It means your body likes this.”

She nodded, and he withdrew their fingers and released her hand as he knelt before her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her chest heaving from how her breath had quickened.

“I’ll show you.” He parted her thighs further, fully exposing her nest of curls to him. Placing his hands on either side of her slit, he spread her open and ran his tongue from her core all the way to her pearl.

Her hands shot to his head, gripping his hair. “Do that again,” she pleaded.

“I am going to make you feel things you never knew existed and shall never tire of.”

He flicked her nub with his tongue, circling it a few times before he sucked the sensitive flesh. Her moans and pants caused his cock to throb painfully against the confounds of his falls.

Slipping his tongue lower, he plunged it inside of her, tasting the sweet proof of her arousal. He wasn’t certain that anything had ever tasted better, and no sound had controlled his every thought more than her moans between her ragged breathing.

Harrison licked his way back to her pearl and inserted two fingers inside of her, slowly stretching her with his slow movements while he focused his tongue back on the sensitive place at her opening.

“Harrison,” she moaned. “Something is happening.”

He lifted his head and looked up at her while he continued to fuck her with his fingers. Her head had fallen back while her fingers gripped his hair.

With his free hand, he pulled the ribbon that held her braid together and shook her hair loose so it fell around her shoulders. The sight almost took his breath away. How had no one offered for her? How had she spent so many years without realizing the pleasure and care her body deserved?

“Look at me,” he commanded.

She lowered her chin so her gaze met his. The light from the fire was just enough that he could see the heavy-lidded expression on her face.

“That’s it. I’m going to make you come,” he said, increasing the speed of his fingers. “And I want you to watch me as you do.”

He kept his eyes trained on hers as he licked her pearl again. She bucked and pushed herself harder against him.

“Just like that,” he said against her core. “Take your pleasure, Angel.”

Harrison licked her again, flicking his tongue on her nub, and she rocked beneath him, meeting his movements. Her moans quickened and her thighs closed against his ears as she cried out. When she stilled, he slipped his tongue lower again to taste her climax.

“You taste like the sweetest sin.” He rose and immediately found her lips, sinking his fingers into her soft hair and allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.

She pulled back and looked at him. “Do you feel as I do? I mean…do you…”

“I can achieve the same pleasure, yes,” he replied, understanding her meaning.

“I want to see you.” She pointed towards his breeches.

He stood tall and began working the buttons, enjoying her eyes fixed on him when he pushed his breeches down over his hips and then kicked the garment away. He could admit that he puffed out his chest when her eyes widened and she gasped, seeing his cock spring up between them.

“You can touch me.”

She reached her hand out and tentatively ran her fingertips along his shaft and then formed a fist around him. He drew a deep breath, the softness of her hand making him even harder. Harrison gently placed his hand around hers and moved it, teaching her how to stroke him.

He let out a low moan. “Just like that.”

Harrison released her hand and she continued to stroke him. Her gaze was fixed on what she was doing, watching as if something would happen. She looked entirely too beautiful as the moonlight kissed her skin while she intently focused on his cock.

A few drops appeared at the head of his shaft, glistening in the dim lighting. She immediately took notice and released him, collecting the drops with her middle finger and then sucking the tip of her finger into her own mouth.

The action caused his cock to twitch, and he fisted himself, moving his hand in slow strokes. If he weren’t careful, he’d come, and he was far from ready to do so. Yet he kept teasing himself while she watched.

Removing her finger from her mouth, she grinned at him. “I wanted to know what you tasted like.”

“And?” he asked.

She massaged his thighs. “I require another taste,” she said before slipping from the bed to her knees and closing her lips around the head, lathing the tip with her tongue.

“Fuck. You are going to make me spend.” He slowed his strokes to an agonizingly slow pace, attempting to gain control over his body, even if he had every intention of playing with fire. “Suck the head for me,” he ground out.

She may have been a virgin, but she was quite the quick study with the siren’s tongue that licked the tip of his cock, while sucking so tantalizingly that his eyes almost popped out of his head.

Harrison released himself, unable to continue or he’d lose his last bit of control. Pulling back so he was no longer inside of her mouth, she stared up at him, confusion marring her face.

Before she could say anything, he pulled her to stand and covered her mouth with his, urging her back further onto the bed. He joined her, hovering his body over hers, not breaking their kiss. Holding himself up with one hand, he gently squeezed her breast.

He kissed along her neck, licking and trailing kisses until he reached the tightly budded nipple. Her skin tasted like the perfect blend of salt and lavender, and he was half tempted to see if every inch of her body tasted the same.

Sucking the bud into his mouth, she arched her back off the bed, pushing into him.

“Harrison,” she moaned. “I love every devilish thing you are doing.”

“I have barely started.” He couldn’t possibly show her every way that he could drive her to distraction in a single evening, even if that was all he wished to do. Never had someone had him in such a trance or maintained such a hold over him.

He wasn’t a selfish lover by any means, but he certainly never cared to take so much time.

To savor the way her skin pricked, how her breathing changed, what made her moan from every movement he made.

He could tease her for hours and just might continue to do so after the first time he made her come on his cock.

Positioning his cock at her opening, he ran his hand down her body until he reached her core and slipped two fingers inside. His eyes rolled back in his head from how ready she was for him.

Harrison caught her gaze and stared into her eyes, something unspoken passing between them.

Something intense unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.

It was a feeling that made him want to protect her and brand her at the same time.

Suddenly, the guilt of laying with a virginal miss nagged at him, and his eyes never left hers.

She nodded as if she heard his mental warring. “It’s all right, Harrison. I promise.” She pulled him tight against her, raising her head so their lips touched. “I want this. I need you. Please,” she whispered against his lips.

Unable to deny her anything, he removed his fingers and pushed the head of his cock inside of her. She stiffened beneath him, and he paused. “Just relax. It might hurt this first time, but it shall pass.”

Her eyes clenched shut.

“Look at me, Angel.”

She blinked open her eyes and locked her gaze on his.

“That’s it. Now wrap your legs around me,” he whispered before lowering his lips to brush against hers. “I have you.”

He released a quiet breath when her body relaxed, and she focused on kissing him.

Pushing himself deeper inside of her, he had to practice the most restraint he’d ever shown in his life.

As much as he wanted to thrust himself inside of her, he didn’t want to hurt her.

More than ever, he wanted the woman beneath him to enjoy herself.

To give her the night she wished to remember for the rest of her days.

One he would, too, but he pushed that thought aside.

When he was almost completely inside of her, he gave a quick thrust and broke through her maidenhead. She tightened her arms around his neck, kissing him harder.

He pulled back. “Are you all right?” He only hoped he had taken enough care.

She nodded. “I feel like I need something.”

Harrison grinned at her, then withdrew and thrust himself deep inside of her, all the way to the hilt. She released a loud moan.

“Was that it?” he asked, teasing her.

“More,” she begged.

He repeated the action, and she moaned again. “Like that?”

“Don’t stop, Harrison. Please.” Each word was breathy and went straight to his cock.

Almost turning feral, he thrust hard and fast. Increasing his pace to match each of her whimpered moans. “I’ll give you anything,” he ground out.

Her legs tightened around him even harder and he fought to keep from spending. Gripping her hip, he lifted it just slightly, inserting himself as deep as he could.

“Harrison, I’m…”

“Yes,” he replied. “Come for me. Just let go.”

Her core tightened around him, just as she released a series of unintelligible words. Bucking and moaning beneath him, he slowed his movements, hoping to extend her orgasm.

He’d never wanted to come inside of a woman more, to stake his claim, which was something he’d never done. But he couldn’t and wouldn’t. Nor would he allow himself to think about why she made him feel that way.

She went limp beneath him, and he pulled out, rubbing the shaft of his cock along her seam until he spent on her stomach, shooting streams of his spend on her smooth skin.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“That’s what happens when I feel as you do.” He kissed her again. A quick, tender kiss. One that felt like the most natural, comfortable thing in the world to do, which caught him by surprise. She unleashed thoughts, hopes, and dreams, things he’d never allowed himself to consider.

He shifted so that his feet touched the floor again. “Don’t move,” he called out to her as he went to the washbasin to dampen a cloth. Harrison returned to her and gently cleaned her stomach and then between her legs before taking the cloth to himself.

Harrison tossed the cloth to the floor and shifted his attention back to her.

Part of him wanted to crawl back into the bed with her and hold her, an act of intimacy he’d shown no one before.

And the other part of him knew she’d leave tomorrow and he had no intention of marrying, so doing so would only torture them both.

As he warred with his decision, she scooted off the bed and quickly grabbed her night rail from the floor.

“Thank you, Harrison,” she said as she slipped it over her head. “Truly. That was more than I even knew was possible.”

He swallowed hard, feeling something he couldn’t name. “You don’t have to thank me,” he started. “I…well…”

“Rendering the rake speechless,” she said, grabbing her robe and putting it back over her shoulders. “That is quite the feat, I imagine.”

“Rebecca,” he whispered, using her given name for the first time.

She shook her head. “I told you I expect nothing from you.” She started towards the door.

He longed to stop her, but his feet were like heavy bricks, planting him in the very spot where he stood.

She reached for the door handle but turned back. “If I never see you again, just know that this has been the best night of my life.”

Then she was gone. Bolting through the door and closing it behind her before he could say anything in return.

Harrison raked his fingers through his hair and lowered himself into the chair where he’d been each time she’d entered his room. He dropped his head into his hands, wishing he possessed the capacity to entertain the notion of giving his heart to another. To her. As mad as that might be.